You’re on the fitted sheets, rolling around back and forth in my head, on the line and in line, and we might divide ourselves to fix our sights six high and straight outside, to the sprawling hanging gardens there on display.
In the beading brume the cascade settles onto my shoulders and down to the small of your back and in a rapid rabid moment by the fangs of an asp I am punctured and drained, sealed and set afloat on my back in the sea.
from Cargo Cult (2015),
released June 5, 2015
Vocals and production by Logan Spencer
Guitars and production by Matt Morgan